Rona Campbell Current Project

Silent Night

The Black Ice House

She hangs around hedges and tangles in old men’s beards, not caring what she wears; she’ll be there...

Who cares what fabric dreams are made of when reality dresses up in such fantastical clothes. In...

A dendrite tree has just been crystallised on my window. This ephemeral delicacy is free from earth’s bedrock....

“You must understand waves must land somewhere. Listen to what they say. Think yourself lucky, to be breached...

Click, clunk, clonk, snap, the cheesy smile and the flicker and flash, of the eyesore splash of photography....